[Verse] A jar of moonshine, boots on the pine, Dirt road dreams, sipping sour on the line. City boys laugh, but they don’t know the grind, This hill’s my kingdom, my throne is the climb. Cornbread crumbs on a denim lap, Truck bed sagging with the weight of the trap. Call me a hick, but the hustle ain't capped, Plant roots in the dirt, watch fortunes overlap. [Chorus] Uppity Hillbilly Mike, you know the name, Gravy on the plate, cheddar in the game. Raccoon hat, with a neon flame, Ain't no shame, in my hillbilly fame. [Verse 2] Two chickens squawking, code in the coop, Hack the mainframe while the piglets regroup. Cyber cowboy, got the circuits to loop, Barnyard brains with the city-boy scoop. Tractor lights flash, it's a rave in the field, Beat drops harder than the corn I yield. Wired to the land, my fate's been sealed, From the holler to the world, the truth revealed. [Bridge] Mason jars clinking, bassline syncing, Rust on my wheels but the gears keep thinking. Barbed wire snapping, beats overlapping, Country meets tech, and the crowd keeps clapping.
